Eric Wert Hydrangea 2005 oil on canvas, mounted on panel New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Hannsjörg Voth Untitled 2005 drawing Von der Heydt Museum, Wuppertal |
Ralph Rucci Motherwell Infanta Gown 2005 silk satin, silk tulle, alligator leather Phoenix Art Museum, Arizona |
Joel Sternfeld Mormon Temple, Nauvoo, Illinois 2005 C-print Art Institute of Chicago |
Dana Schutz Untitled (Poisoned Man) 2005 lithograph and woodblock relief print Akron Art Museum, Ohio |
Neo Rauch New Year 2005 oil on canvas Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
Eileen Quinlan Smoke and Mirrors #29 2005 C-print Art Institute of Chicago |
Pamela Pecchio Habitation (Collection) 2005 C-print North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
Thomas Hirschhorn Mycoster 2005 printed paper collage, plastic film and pigment on paper Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Gilbert & George Ginkgo Ginkgo 2005 hand-colored photomontage Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
Louisine Havemeyer Frelinghuysen Dressing Table, Sand Spring Lane 2005 C-print New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
Janet Fish Fruit Juice Glasses 2005 oil on canvas Farnsworth Art Museum, Rockland, Maine |
Marco van Duyvendijk Portrait - Guangzhou, China 2005 C-print Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
Wouter Dam Object 2005 stoneware Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
Koos Breukel Cosmetic View 2005 C-print Kunstmuseum, The Hague |
Jaret Belliveau Untitled (at Rest) 2005 C-print Beaverbrook Art Gallery, Fredericton, New Brunswick |
Autumn Song
Now the leaves are falling fast,
Nurse's flowers will not last,
Nurses to their graves are gone,
But the prams go rolling on.
Whispering neighbours left and right
Daunt us from our true delight,
Able hands are forced to freeze
Derelict on lonely knees.
Close behind us on our track,
Dead in hundreds cry Alack,
Arms raised stiffly to reprove
In false attitudes of love.
Scrawny through a plundered wood,
Trolls run scolding for their food,
Owl and nightingale are dumb,
And the angel will not come.
Clear, unscaleable, ahead
Rise the Mountains of Instead,
From whose cold cascading streams
None may drink except in dreams.
– W.H. Auden (1936)